Chapter 200 The Last Gift
The girl in the pure white wedding dress, gently held in his arms like a princess, her lace-adorned skirt trailing from her waist, concealing the beautiful curves of her snow-white lotus legs. Even his hand could feel the soft touch of silk threads, slipping and touching the fair white floor, like a pure flower blooming radiantly.
He gazed at the beautiful girl, who revealed a soft, gentle smile. Even through the veil of her dress, he could still feel her soft, delicate touch.
As if sensing the young man’s gaze, Verafia tilted her head. Her jade hands, encased in lace long gloves, tightened their grip on him, and she actively leaned her soft, delicate body into Ig’s embrace.
“Mmm, Ig, you should be happier.”
The girl slightly raised her golden eyes, her voice like clear silver bells, her jade face smiling brilliantly.
Soft moonlight seemed to penetrate the dome of the chapel and touch the flawless face of the girl in his arms. Happiness flowed across her face, and on her pure white fingertips, ever so slightly raised, the moonlight-silver wedding ring shone with a dazzling brilliance.
It was as if it reflected the joy deep within the young girl’s heart.
“Happier… Yes, Veer, now, you are my wife.”
Ig withdrew his gaze, his face also showing a gentle smile. Holding the girl, he couldn’t touch her soft little hand or caress her delicate face, so Ig held her tighter.
He recalled how, in the chapel under the moonlight, he had held the girl’s small hand and, under her tender and expectant gaze, gently placed the silver ring, representing marriage, upon her finger.
But, Verafia had stopped him from speaking his vows.
As the girl had said many times. She just wanted to become his wife, to have the happiness of a girl… even if only for a fleeting moment.
“Actually, I’ve wanted to be Ig’s wife for a long time. But, many times, I wasn’t able to say it…”
“Mhm, I know. It’s the most fortunate thing that Veer likes me.”
A cushion of soft down feathers was spread on the soft, large bed. Ig smiled and carefully placed her on the pure white bed.
The crystal lamps were transparent, covered in satin, and the glazed windows were inlaid with gold and silver. It was still a dreamlike palace-like scene, but as the moonlight fell, it seemed to become even more enchanting and hazy.
The girl kicked off the high heels under her pure white skirt. With a crisp “ding,” they fell to the floor. She sat on the edge of the bed, her small, lotus-like feet, wrapped in delicate white silk, exquisitely delicate and charmingly swinging.
“Before, I kept refusing Ig. But, I did say that I would give myself to Ig after the wedding…”
Her voice was melodious and pleasant, her lingering echo, her snow-white, delicate face, like a tender golden eye, threads of shyness like scattered rosy clouds.
“No, Veer…” Ig’s expression was a little flustered.
Her small white feet stepped onto the soft bed, and Verafia threw herself into his embrace. Her soft, delicate lips blocked his unexpressed words.
With soft jade and warm fragrance in his arms, Ig couldn’t help but instinctively hold her tighter. Their lips and tongues intertwined, savoring the softness and delicacy of the young girl, and her sweet nectar.
Only when the young girl’s delicate nose panted slightly did she release him, her crystal eyes reflecting the shy expression on her face. Verafia’s face was flushed with a rosy glow, and her golden eyes were tinged with shyness, but she still gazed at her young man without forgetting a single detail.
Seeing Ig’s increasingly flustered expression, the young girl suddenly burst into a smile.
“Idiot, I already said… it’s the gift I wanted.”
“Veer…”
Ig called her name. Closing his eyes tightly, his voice could not conceal his sadness: “Veer, did you expect this day long ago?”
He suddenly thought of scenes from the past. More than once, the girl had shown her emotions, filled with infatuation and shyness, only to be interrupted by unusualness.
He should have guessed long ago that she was experiencing sadness and fear, hidden in her heart, rather than… what he had mistakenly believed, just girlhood shyness and temporary fear.
“Hmph, whether you guessed it or not, it’s all the same.”
The girl deliberately tilted her snow-white delicate face, sticking out her little tongue, “As a girl, of course, I have to be careful. How could I so casually give away my purity to someone else?”
She suddenly tilted her face slightly, and in her beautiful eyes, intertwined with shyness, “But, now, since I am your wife… I want to have Ig, to receive Ig’s gift…”
Once upon a time, she was a pampered and willful young lady, but now, she was a tender and affectionate little wife…
Joy and sorrow mixed together, impacting his heart with an indescribable emotion.
This was what he should have borne.
Ig gazed at the girl’s bright eyes, like a golden moon, and his slightly trembling fingers carefully touched the girl’s white veil headdress, then gently took it off, caressing her beautiful golden hair adorned with white flowers and crystal decorations.
Her tender lips curved softly, and Verafia showed a happy smile.
Her slender, beautiful jade fingers slowly untied the ribbons of her luxurious long dress, and the soft silk gown slid down her smooth skin, falling onto the soft bed.
Even the most intimate, softest fabric ties were undone by her, revealing a delicate fairness, like an elegantly dancing spirit.
With all her clothes shed, the girl’s flawless, slender, and upright delicate body was revealed. Her porcelain-like, snow-white face had a hint of shy blush, and she instinctively covered herself.
“This is… the first time as a girl…”
Before her stood the lover she was about to give herself to. Verafia slowly moved her covering little hands away.
As if touched by the moonlight, the girl’s skin became even more soft and tender. Her slender and elegant curves were outlined, and in her slenderness, there was a captivating sense of proportion.
Ig strained his eyes open, his breathing gradually quickening. Verafia covered her delicate lips with a soft laugh, but then sat by the bed and proactively helped the young man remove his outer robe.
The girl slowly raised her eyes, her slender white hands, her ten fingers clasped with Ig.
Flames burned on the sword’s edge, scorching and hot.
She was clearly a goddess of flame… yet, due to the heat, she felt a trace of fear.
She quickly shook her head.
I can’t retreat at the last minute… I clearly wanted this gift. I wanted to become a complete girl, to completely have him…
“Veer…”
The young man let out a sound with some difficulty.
Verafia blinked her eyes and gave him a beautiful, charming smile.
Her cheeks flushed with shame, her slender jade little hands touched him again, ignoring his gasp, bringing her delicate skin closer, and gently gripping it.
It evoked a sense of awe, yet also a hint of anticipation. An unspeakable emotion welled up in her heart. Although she had experienced something similar before, it was an entirely different feeling.
This was the gift she would receive as a complete girl and a perfect bride.
